When I was younger: Gunyidi Pool

When I was younger my sister used to talk about how all of her gang would go down to Gunyidi Pool for something to do now and then. Gunyidi Pool is east of the Gunyidi railway whistle stop along—but not actually on—the Midlands Road between Watheroo and Coorow (in Western Australia).

In her day, based on what I have gleaned here and there, this was a fresh water pool with a white sandy beach. So it was like a mini-beach in the middle of the bush about six kilometres east of the Gunyidi whistle stop. Also, back then, there was some kind of jumping-off platform built in the middle of the pool.

By all reports Gunyidi Pool was not that big and not that deep.

About seven years ago (June, 2007) on a trip back to my home town with my brother-in-law, his wife, my wife, and our son we decided to try and find this Gunyidi Pool from earlier days. Sort of just to prove its existence really, and to see what it looked like now.

From checking into it on the Web I already knew that some 50 years on from when my sister used to go there it now rarely, if ever, has water in it. But even so I thought it would be interesting to see.

Well, back then in 2007, we found Gunyidi Pool; or at least where the pool used to be.

As you make the right hand turn off into Gunyidi Pool you are driving through low typical WA sand plain scrub. Then as you approach where the pool is/was you suddenly, unexpectedly, encounter tall trees. There are large eucalypts that I know as River Gums and there are also some kind of conifers as well, although many of the conifers are looking like they are not doing very well and a number of them have died and fallen over.

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[Clicking any picture will open hi-res version from Abalook’s SmugMug]

In the picture above you can see the white ‘beach sand’ in the centre where the pool was. There are two people in that picture as well. Can you spot them?

The following shot shows one of the dead conifers laying on the ground to the right of the car.

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On the horizon you can see what the normal bushy scrub in the area looks like. So these large trees here are an anomaly. Whether they are self seeded and grew because of the fresh water or whether someone planted them around the pool 50 or 60 years ago I cannot be sure. Possibly the same person/people who built the diving platform in the middle of the lake.

The next picture gives a better idea of the size of the fallen tree.

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The tip of the fallen tree extends to the right of the picture, but someone has used a chain saw to cut through the tree to allow vehicles to get past it. Again, off to the right you can see the normal bush scrub for this area. Scrub little more than double car height.

You can also see dead and dying trees that are up the side of the ‘beach’ and are too far away from whatever subterranean fresh water is still available here.

This last picture is from the east side of the pool and shows a couple things.

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The first thing I noticed here is that the sand starts off as a creamy kind of colour and then turns white the closer you get to where the pool was (to the right hand side of the picture). The conifers on this side of where the pool was are healthier and there are even younger lush green conifers growing in the white sand on this side.

Sadly I don’t have any pictures of it but in the middle of the pool we did find evidence of the platform that my sister told me about. There are rotted stumps of posts and some rotted planks with a piece of corrugated custom orb nailed to them.

I suspect that this pool was fresh water and that it was feed by a spring rather than run off but I can’t find anything on the Web to confirm this.

Well I hope someone finds this interesting. One day, gods willing, I might get back there and see what toll nature has taken over the last seven or so years.

Note that all pictures link to a full resolution 1,600 pixel wide version in SmugMug.


Wood Type and typography: Hamilton Wood Type Museum

About two weekends ago I accidently came across a show on television about wood type and, mainly, the Hamilton wood type museum in Two Rivers, Wisconsin, USA.


I think I might have mentioned this before way back in my postings somewhere but I am sort of into type, fonts, and typography. Back in the early 90s I went to a half-day training event held by Adobe themselves in Sydney. I was in Sydney attending a Microsoft three day TechEd event at Darling Harbour and went the day earlier in order to go to the Adobe event. Out of the something like 1,500 people who were at TechEd that year there were only 22 of us at the Adobe session. I don’t think there were many other people wanting to pay (I think it was around $395) to go and learn about fonts.

The point being that font usage and page layout is something that interested me then and still does today.

But even with this interest in typography and the couple of books I have on the subject I had never before come across wood type—and I am not sure if that should be written woodtype (which Microsoft’s spell checker does not like), or as the two words “wood type”. I am going to go with “wood type”.

I have to say that I found this one hour show on wood type and the Hamilton Wood Type museum in Two Rivers riveting. While the craft of cutting the wood type is now almost lost and gone there were still two or three (now very old) type cutters featured in the show. As old as they were they were still able to cut amazingly perfect letter type.

Seriously, can you image the precision needed to cut the letters from wood for the following letterpress print below?


The letter blocks have to be all exactly the same height so that when the pages run over the inked letters in the letterpress block they all apply perfectly to the paper sheet. And look at that top font used in “7 Dancer Exodus Heading for Alaska”. It has a relief cutting around the edge of every letter!

The TV show was a bit sad in parts and actually brought tears to my eyes when they talked about the millions of wood type letters that have been dumped or burnt since metal letterpress took over and then, more recently, since computer-based page layout and printing took over from that.

According to Wikipedia the Hamilton Wood Type museum was established in 2000 and they have ‘saved’ and estimated 1.5 million pieces of wood type and continue to seek wood type from around America.

The Hamilton museum is a working museum and interested groups can make arrangements to use the equipment and wood type to product wood type ‘art’.


There are not too many places in the world I would bother to take the trouble to go and see but along with Seattle (where much of the TV series Twin Peaks was filmed) I have now added the Hamilton Wood Type museum in Two Rivers, Wisconsin.

All pictures link to the Hamilton Wood Type museum Web page.


Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I came across this on Goodshit and just had to post it. This is a picture of part of Butch Cassidy’s ‘Wild Bunch’, sometimes referred to as the ‘Hole in the Wall’ gang. It is a computer colourised version of the photograph that can be found on Wikipedia if you look for ‘butch cassidy’s wild bunch’.


From left to right: the Sundance Kid; News Carver (usually just called ‘News’); the Tall Texan; Kid Curry; and finally on the right-hand side end, Butch Cassidy.

The Wild Bunch claimed they always tried not to harm or kill people in their robberies and Butch Cassidy himself claimed he never killed man. However the truth was a little different and the records show that all members of the gang had, and did, shoot people dead; especially lawmen who pursued them.

See. They really did exist and they really did rob trains.


Old style Bushells tea advert on the side of a building

I had noticed this before on my way over to Mike’s on the weekends. This time though there were no cars parked along the side of the road. So instead of going left off the round-a-bout at the second exit and then over to West Swan Road I continued around and drove over to where it was.

I am in ‘old’ Guildford not far from the Rose and Crown hotel and there is this old building with the faded remains of a Bushells tea advertisement painted on the side of it.


It’s a pity that there is the shade of that tree right across the word ‘Bushells’ but that is the life of a photographer. I could try coming back early in the morning with the sun at the back of the building but then the sign would be in the shadow of the building.

I love these old building adverts. Actually I guess I like just about anything old, faded, rusted, and falling down.

I decided to put this picture through Photomatix and see what it could do with it. Long time readers will recall previous experiments of mine using the HDR enhancement utility Photomatix.

Here are a couple of experiments with Photomatix on this picture.


Above is the Photomatix ‘Photographic’ filter but I have increased the blue channel by 10 percent. This works reasonable well except it has made the shadows from the tree harder and I think I have overdone the blue—it has gone too dark.


In the shot above I have used Photomatix’s ‘Deep’ filter but then I have done some clean up editing in Photoshop Elements. I dialled the red down a bit (notice the tea cup), and then I used the Element’s dodge tool to dodge out some of the shadow from the tree. Notice how the tree shadow on the word Bushells and the vegetation below it has been lightened up?

Just scroll back now and check out the image that came out of the camera and compare it to the image above to get the full impact of the enhancement from 10 minutes of editing.

Have I happened to mention before how much I love photography? And I love the editing phase as well; or what the pros call ‘photofinishing’.


Vacuum Oil Company—Pegasus (The Flying Red Horse)

Not too far from where I live there used to be a house on the side of the road where there was this huge Vacuum Oil Company flying red horse on top of a pump-up petrol bowser (that would be a “gasoline bowser” for my American readers) in the front yard. On various occasions I took a number of pictures of this red horse which was the symbol of the Vacuum Oil Company, which later became Mobil Oil.


Even though it was weathered and worn it was pretty impressive up there in the blue sky (with some clouds, in my picture above).

PegasusPost02This Pegasus had even more meaning to me because my father’s general store in the country sold Mobil petrol.

As a kid, probably from about 12 through to 15, I pumped petrol at my dad’s store after school and on Saturday mornings many times—hundred of times.

This was back when pumping petrol actually meant ‘pumping’ petrol.

You had to pump the petrol up into the tank at the top of the bowser using the long pump handle (which you can see on the side of the bowser in the picture).

You pumped the petrol up into the glass bowl at the top of the pump which was graduated in gallons. But, sadly, in the picture the glass bowl is broken.

Then you put the hose into the vehicle and dropped the release lever and the petrol drained from the glass bowl into the vehicle.

If you and/or the customer guessed the amount of gallons of fuel needed incorrectly then you would need to shut the fuel flow from the storage bowl off or spill fuel onto the ground.

The pump at my dad’s shop was a double-sided bowser with standard petrol on one side and ‘super’ on the other, so it was not exactly like the pump in the picture. But if you image two of these pumps joined together with a pump handle on either side and the filling slides on the sides rather than the front of the bowser then you would be getting close to the pump at my dad’s shop.

PegasusPost03I am not to sure why but this flying red horse, the Pegasus, was used by the Vacuum Oil Company and then Mobil Oil as its symbol up until about 1980 or thereabouts.

On a drive by of this house about three or four months ago I found out that the pump and the Pegasus had gone. As had various other ‘old time’ petrol pump signs and memorabilia that had been laying around in the vicinity.

This is what reminded me to put a note in my OneNote notebook for Abalook postings so I remembered to do a posting about this—although I had to find my pictures of it first.

I only hope that this pump and all the other old petrol pump stuff that was close by has gone to a good home and was not not trashed or destroyed.

I also hope it has gone somewhere that people can see it. If anyone happens to read this who knows where that might be then please either send me an e-mail or post a comment and let me know.


Clocked up 100,000 Miles in the Forester

On my last trip to site my odometer clicked over 160,000 kilometres, which is 100,000 miles in real measurements. I think this is only the third car where I have clicked over 100,000 miles.

I did well over 100,000 miles in my first car which was a 1.3 litre hot orange two door Ford Escort GT with a dual-throat factory-fitted Webber carburettor (back when it was ‘cool’ to have a dual-throat Webber). From memory I did very close to 200,000 miles in that car—something like about 185,000 as I recall (which would be almost 300,000 kilometres).

Back in those days I lived in the country and I did a serious heap of driving. Every weekend I would use up a tank of juice. It helped that petrol back then was something like 25c a gallon (i.e., about 5.5c a litre). It helped further that I worked for a mining company that allowed their staff to buy petrol at their negotiated discount rate from the local Mobil outlet (it went on an account and was taken out of your pay at the end of the month). It helped even further that my father and his brother owned the local store which had a petrol pump (which proved very useful in emergencies when everyone else in town was closed).

So when you work out the cost of petrol for 185,000 miles back in those days it comes out to somewhere around $1,650—seriously it does; for the whole 185,000 miles. Here in 2012 it would cost about $44,300 for that same amount of fuel!

But since that first car, and probably the next car after that—which from memory was a 2.0 litre Ford Cortina—I have more or less changed my cars every three or four years. Either because I was single and had the cash or because I was on Senior Staff with the company I was working for and they had vehicle purchasing plans that allowed me to do it.

But now I am a ‘lowly bottom-feeder contractor’ with a non-working wife and a stay-at-home son. I have had a 2005 Forester for some time now (since about 2005).

So I guess there is a good chance I am going to see 200,000 kilometres click over in this car in the not too distant future.

Fortunately it is a Subaru which are rated the 5th most reliable cars in the world by What Car after Honda, Toyota, Lexus (which is really Toyota anyway), and Suzuki.


Parkerville Amphitheatre: Returning to Nature

When I first came down to Perth to live—because the company I was working for in the country was closing down that mine site—I hung around for a month or so with someone that I had met on his occasional trips up to the mine. On the couple of occasions that the industrial chemist at the site took leave the person that came up to relieve him was someone called Lance.

When the mining company closed down their mine site they offered me a job in the city and, somewhat reluctantly—because I did not see myself as a ‘city’ person (and still don’t)—I took up the offer. When I got to Perth I looked up Lance a few times. This would have been around the early 70s; probably about 1973-ish.

Lance lived out in the deep hills area to the east of Perth—in Darlington.

One of the locations that Lance liked in and around the hills was the Parkerville Amphitheatre out on Jane Brook in Hovea (or, basically, Parkerville) and I went there on two occasions with him. The first was just to have a look at it because when he mentioned it to me I indicated that I had no idea what it was, or where it was. Jeez, really, I didn’t actually know what an amphitheatre was. We never had any of those back where I came from.

The second time I went there, which was only a couple of weeks after the first, was to a ‘concert’. Well, a performance really. It was in the evening (on a Saturday I think) and we saw some local folk group performing. It was kind of okay. They did a couple of Cat Stevens songs and a few songs I didn’t know. But while the performance might have bordered on being boring the best and most memorable part of going was probably getting to see all the CYTs (cute young things). In those days some of the really hot CYTs tended to go braless under their tops and I have to tell you that braless under a tee is a seriously eye-fetching ‘look’. A girl in a tee or cheese-cloth top with no bra on was a magically awesome thing to behold. Especially when you are in your early 20s.

Sometime later, probably a couple of years later, I ended up going back to the Parkerville Amphitheatre to take some pictures. Sadly this was long before the digital era and these pictures are either on negatives or slides (waiting for me to get around to digitising my negatives and slides).

IMGP1499-SmallAnyway today I decided to go to Parkerville and check out the amphitheatre. Sadly it is neglected and overgrown. It has almost returned to nature. Anyone who did not know what it was and where it was could easily drive past it and never know it was there.

Following are some pictures I took of the amphitheatre.

I could not get down into the amphitheatre because it is fenced off with barbed wire fencing and “NO ENTRY” signs on every entrance. Even the large south-side car park is fenced off with padlocked gates and “NO ENTRY” signs.

Because I could not get down into the amphitheatre and had to take my shots from up the hill overlooking the facility the pictures are very busy with trees and leaves and shadows everywhere—so it is hard to make out details. I will put an explanation after each picture to give it some context. Also you can get much larger versions of each picture by clicking on the picture below [use Ctrl+Click to open then picture in another Tab] and loading up a 1920x version from the Abalook SmugMug folio (no password required). The three times larger versions make it easier to pick out the detail.

The seating


This shot shows the ‘seating’ which was, as it is for most amphitheatres, basically tiers or layers cut into the hillside. Each tier is supported with upright planking and there were concrete slabs laid on the top. For this reason it was generally advisable to take a blanket to sit on unless you wanted to sit on a cold, and most-times dirty, concrete slab.

As you can see from this shot there are now trees growing up through the layered seating, which gives you some idea how long it is since this amphitheatre was used as an open-air theatre.

It also looks like all the seating slabs have been removed, although it is hard to tell under the layer of leaves and gumnuts.

The pool and stage


This shot shows the swimming pool, and in the background is the stage. Yep. There was a swimming pool at the Parkerville Amphitheatre. How cool is that? Although it was full of water nobody used this pool at the one and only performance I ever went to at this theatre.

The tiered seating shown in the first picture is to the left of the pool.

The Stage over-the-brook


This shot shows the stage on the left-hand side with Jane Brook in the middle (which is basically empty of water except for a small pool in the middle), and the bridge over Jane Brook on the right-hand side.

If you came into the amphitheatre from the south-side road and south-side car park then you would need to use this bridge to come around to the seating.

Wide shot showing seating, pool, and stage


This wide shot taken from the best position I could find, not being able to actually get into the compound, shows the seating on the left, the blue-walled pool in the middle (lower), and the stage on the right of that darn tree that I could not avoid getting in the picture.

Art on the wall of the pool

PoolSide-SmallThe pool actually has drawings on the wall all around it as you can see from the this enhanced crop taken from the second picture (this picture does not link anywhere).

So that is it. Once a place where people went to see local bands and theatre that is now almost totally forgotten and will soon totally return to nature.

If I ever actually get around to digitising my negatives and slides I will post up some pictures of Parkerville Amphitheatre in its younger days.

If anyone has any pictures of the amphitheatre then I would love to see them. I did a Google search and a Bing ‘deep’ search. Sadly there are no pictures that I could find on the InterWeb. I did find out that John Joseph Jones, who settled in Australia in 1952, designed and built the amphitheatre between 1966 and 1969 with the help of volunteers and prison inmates. According to the notes I found the amphitheatre incorporated five stages and two enclosed theatres. When I went to the amphitheatre around 1973-ish we only went to the theatre shown in my pictures and I have to confess I do not know where the other four stages or the two enclosed theatres are (or were) and they were certainly nowhere to be seen from the road today when I took these pictures. Perhaps they have been dismantled?

Mostly I would like to see some pictures of an actual performance happening. You can either post a comment with a link to your pictures or e-mail them to me. You can decode my e-mail addy from the “About Me” section.


Three Comments on One Day for the Same Posting

Even after two and half years of posting I still I check my site statistics every day. Even when I am away at ‘the mines’ for work during the week I still check my site statistics either in the morning before taking off from the motel for work, or in the evening when I return to the motel.

Getting comments is always a buzz. Probably because I get so few of them.

MMIt is also interesting to note certain heuristics about the posting of comments. Things like: there often may not be any comments for days, even weeks, possibly months (sadly), and then, for no apparent reason, there will be comments posted in a burst of two or three days.

Or sometimes I post something which I am sure will cause a comment or two to be posted—but there are none. I was reasonably sure that my posting about Pinterest (here) or the posting about country girls wearing the shortest shorts (here) might have been good for a comment or two. But no. No comments turned up for either of these.

Postings that I thought really deserved to get a comment or two sit there forever and never collect a single comment.

Then there are postings like the last one before this called “New Sidebar Section of Interesting (to some) Site Links”. SquareSpace, where my site is hosted, provides all these neat things you can do on your Web site and I hardly use any of them, so I decided to add in a tiled links section to my sidebar.

I did not expect this to excite anyone to the point of them posting a comment. It was really just a posting pointing out small change to my site in that I had added some site link tiles to my sidebar. It pulled in three comments; and—even more amazing—all three comments were posted on the same day.

Sometimes it is almost as though when one person posts a comment then others are more likely to add comments as well—not that this is always the case; but it often seems to work out like this.

For those that missed them, following are the three comments made in relation to my sidebar update article.


As liking_Goodshit says the Goodshit site always has some interesting stuff linked. I go to Goodshit daily during the week (Fred typically does not update it over the weekends) and almost every time I go there I find two or three articles Fred has found that are worth linking over to and having a look at. I also like many of the music videos he links to and some of the galleries he finds, such as the extensive gallery of Marilyn Monroe images (here) containing something like 500 pictures of Marilyn, and a gallery of images from the ‘Old American West’ (here)—two of which follow.



How do just four horses pull all that stuff? People dressed better then than we do now. Notice that they all seem to have handle-bar moustaches. There is no text with these pictures but I am thinking that this wagon is carrying either a cash payroll or gold, and those dudes are guards.

There are so many sites on the Web one could never get time to flick through them all. I recall reading somewhere about five or six years ago that even if one was to just spend just 30 seconds on each page of every Web site it would take something like 900,000 years (obviously rounded up—but you get the idea) if you spent 14 hours per day at it for 365 days of the year. As that was some time ago the number of Web pages has probably just about doubled since then.

So we need people like Fred Lapides at Goodshit tirelessly trawling through the Web for us picking out quality Web sites worth a quick look that are not your normal crappy fluffy meaningless sites about parties, cats, fast cars, and other jackass rubbish. I have this vision of Fred as being about my age (about 60) working away tirelessly day after day finding and  vetting sites.

Thanks also to Krystal_E. I have had a look at Poptech (here) and there does seems to be lots of things there worth a look, listen, or viewing. I have bookmarked the site.

And docoman, who has been commenting on my posts for some time now, I had previously watched the Deep Ocean Mysteries TED talk but as it is only eight minutes I had another watch of it after seeing your comment. It is quite amazing that the oceans cover 70 percent of the globe and yet we have only explored six percent of them. You mentioned that the largest waterfall on the planet is under the water. The other interesting point is that the longest and highest mountain range on the planet is under the ocean.


Falls Farm (Lesmurdie)

I recently got to take some pictures of SCN at a location in Lesmurdie known as Falls Farm. When I originally started to key this post up it was to feature one of the pictures of SCN from that shoot and for a bit of background commentary I was going to include some notes about Falls Farm along with a few pictures of the location.

Trouble is that I filled the posting up with so many pictures and notes about Falls Farm that it became a lot more about Falls Farm than it did about my shoot of SCN. So what I decided to do in the end was make this posting about Falls Farm and then the next posting will show off a couple of my pictures of SCN I took at the Falls Farm location.


Sixteen years ago when I dragged my family up to Kalamunda from the suburbs I did a lot of driving around the area to check things out and I came across Falls Farm then. But, as far as I know, in 16 years, I have not been back to Falls Farm—except in the last couple of months checking it out as a location to do a shoot with SCN.

Apparently there was a centenary celebration for Falls Farm on the 27th March this year (2011), so—assuming they have that right—that would mean that the original cottage was built in 1911.

There is a wee brook the flows past the farm cottage and I presume that this either becomes Lesmurdie Falls, which is about two miles away falling over the edge of the Darling Ranges, or it feeds into the creek that is Lesmurdie Falls. Hence the name Falls Farm.


The picture above turned out so well with a bit of sun breaking through the trees on the rocks (in the foreground in the creek) and the storm clouds gathering over behind the cottage that I am thinking of putting it on 500 pixels—although it is REALLY hard to get votes for your pictures over at 500 pixels.

In what would have been the front yard of the cottage there is a rose garden with rather large rose bushes. Well it is mostly roses but there are a couple of other plants in there as well. I really needed a wider angle lens than the 18-135 zoom I was using. Even from the very end of the path I could not get the lens wide enough to capture all of the garden but you can see most of it in the picture below. And for those saying “All you had to do was back up a little further” there was no more room to back up. The path ends there and there is garden behind me.


I know it is a little corny and I generally don’t go in for close ups of flowers but I couldn’t resist the next picture.

FallsFarm4-SmFiI just loved the colour of this rose in the rose garden. It uses all the possible shades of pink going from an extremely subtle pink, that could almost be mistaken for white (but it’s not white), through to a very solid, almost harsh, pink (see the bud in the middle)—but without turning into anything that could be considered red.

I have tried to get the colours just right on my screen so this shot came up as I saw it in the garden. However my screen is colour calibrated. You may not get the full effect if your screen is not set up correctly.

For anyone interested in more information about Falls Farm I found the following two Web pages:

  • “Farm vital part of Lesmurdie history” (here).
  • “Falls farm 100 not out” (here) from the Echo newspaper.

There is also a family barbeque area in a natural bush park setting alongside Falls Farm complete with a park bench and a free electric push button barbeque hot plate. I didn’t try the electric barbeque hot plate so I can’t guarantee that it works—but it probably does.


My last picture of the Falls Farm location is of this old fence which I presume is either the original fence or a restored version of it. From the weathered grey sun-bleached look of the wooden planks I think there is a very good chance that it is the original fence.


Pictures of The Whitby Falls (Historic) Coach House

WhitbyFallsMainSign-SmallEvery week when I travel down to site for work I zoom past the Whitby Falls Historic Coach House. Then I zoom past it again on the way back. Each week for the last 18 months I have planned to stop either on the way up or back and take some pictures—before its gone; either blown down in the next storm or burnt down by the next bushfire.

It seems like only a couple of years ago that the ‘coach house’ was operating and you could pop in for a coffee and a muffin (or, these days, a cupcake). It was also used for weddings and wedding receptions, and other parties and general functions.

But not any more.

Although it only seems like a couple of years ago to me the owner of the store at Serpentine—the nearest town to the ‘coach house’— says it is at least ten years, and maybe 15, since the ‘coach house’ was operating.

Well today (Saturday, the 24th of September, or that would be September 24 for my American readers) I made the effort to get my butt out of bed a bit earlier and make a special run up to Serpentine and take some pictures of the Whitby Falls Coach House. I was kind of hoping that I might be able to get into the grounds but that was not possible. Every gate was double padlocked and there was about 50 kilometres of barbed wire threaded through and around the fence with “Danger—No Entry” signs posted about every 15 meters.

So, being a person of high moral fibre and not the type to ignore such signage, I had to be content with taking pictures from the perimeter, which I walked around three times making sure I spotted all ‘the good shots’.

For those that like to know—all pictures were taken in DNG (RAW) format hand-held at ISO 400 using the Pentax 18–135 f3.5/5.6 DA zoom on a Pentax K-5 body. The DNGs were developed using Photoshop Elements 9.

This first shot was basically taken from where I parked the car and would have been the image visitors pulling up in the side car park for a coffee would have seen. You can’t tell from this picture but the gates are padlocked. That sign posted on the ranch-style fence to the right of the entry arch says “DANGER-NO ENTRY”.


Following is a zoomed in shot of the ‘barn’ behind the main house area. It can be seen just off to the left in the picture above.


It seems to me that there was a loft door above the main doors but at some stage it was bricked in and they did not bother removing the door jams (framing) before bricking it in. Sorry about the power line (top right hand corner) but I just could not be bothered cloning it out of the shot.

Next is a shot of an old truck artistically parked in the grounds of the coach house. Presumable this was so it could be used as some kind of backdrop for wedding pictures and such like. Off to left behind the truck there is a pergola and that is featured, from a different angle along the fence, in the next shot.



In the crop of the pergola picture I purposely left in the foreground showing the top of the ranch-style fencing. Even thought it is hopelessly out of focus (focus was on the pergola) you can still see the barbed wire and what looks to me like an electrified wire (because of the insulator you can see to the right). They really do not want people trying to get over this fence and into the grounds.

The pergola is massively overgrown now by the bushes and shrubs around it but in its day it probably ‘saw’ hundreds of weddings and wedding receptions.

The final picture is another of the front of the house but this time taken from the right hand side and featuring some kind of flowering vine that is growing at the front. This vine has obviously not been trimmed or tamed for some time and is growing up under the roof and out from behind the guttering across the top. If anyone knows the name of this lilac coloured flowering vine then feel free to share in a comment.


I have posted larger higher resolution versions of all these images plus six additional pictures of the Whitby Falls Coach House to the Abalook SmugMug gallery. Click on any of the images above to link over to the gallery (or use Ctrl+Click to open the gallery in a new Tab). No password is required for this gallery. To open the best view of an image (size and resolution) then select the image in the SmugMug gallery, hover over the image, and then select Original from the “View Size” options. Each image is either 1000 pixels wide or high (depending on orientation of the image).

BarryMarkSmall challenge:
See if you can find the picture that has the little bark lizard in it.